I stare into shock, I can’t take my eyes away
I can’t believe how dead it gets on the eve of its decay...
The faces look cold, they seem to draw me in
Where was the prairie kid, was he already wearing thin...

You’re in my soul...
You’ll always remain...
You’ll cover my world...
With the West Coast Rain...
With November Rain

All I see...
Is I’m not there...
The faces are drowning me, yeah
Smothering me from that other time
With the echoes of a thousand borrowed lies...
The faces in the photograph will never care
About a prairie kid, was I ever really there...

You’re in my soul...
You’ll always remain...
You’ll cover my world...
With the West Coast Rain...
With December Rain...
With the Winter Rain...

(Instrumental solo)

You don’t see...
And they don’t care...
They just kept on stopping me For-e’er...